[[ I'm b l e e d i n g out
So if the last thing that I do
Is bring you
[[down]]
I'll bleed out for you
So I bare my skin
And I count my sins
And I close my eyes
And I take it in
I'm bleeding o u t
I'm bleeding out for you, for y o u. ]]
The following was a voice message translated from Spanish to English. It was from Araminta’s mother.
‘’MINTY? Oh honey, how long it's been since we last talked! I hope you're doing well darling. Everyone misses you, the whole family. But yes, yes, I just wanted to know if you got my gifts! We haven't spoken since you came here last...when Esai...but yes, I had to get all of those presents for my princess. Did you see the photos of you Ara? Oh you looked gorgeous! I still see my winner when I look at those, and yes I printed more for the family album and for your wall. Hmm, I suppose if I had to change a few things, maybe the way we did your make-up...and those dresses seemed a little tight, maybe we need to get you bigger size next time. I just wish you came home soon for the next time! If only Esai was still doing those pageants...ah, oh well. When will you come here, sweetie? It seems so empty without you here. It's not fair, I need my daughter back. Who else will win for me? Ara? Minty? Oh yes, voice message. Well, call back as soon as you can. We miss you...I love you. Pick up the phone soon.’’
Araminta had picked up the phone...
She had been listening to every single word this entire time...
And not only had the phone slipped out from her hand helplessly, but the tsunami in her eyes had slipped out and had spread its disaster down her cheeks, her arms, to the floor. Her ability to keep a smile painted onto her lips, just like how her mother would keep touching up her lipstick of whatever shade that would compliment her skin yet somehow turned out to the wrong colour in the end, was proving to become too much of a struggle to hold. It was as if she was Atlas, with the whole world on her shoulders. And it was only now she had begun to understand how excruciatingly difficult and agonising it must have been for the Titan to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders as a punishment. What she had done to deserve such a task, she didn’t know. But what she did know was that it was even harder to complete it when you were slipping away from reality, slipping away from your only chances of happiness...
When r e d drops were slipping out from your w r i s t s.
How could you hold the whole world when you couldn’t even hold the phone because your wrists were too weak from bleeding out?
She just laid there, her eyes a kaleidoscope of tears, her arms running a river of red. The words of her mother were haunting her ears, making her feel worthless because all she clearly cared about was perfection, and that was something Ara felt like she couldn’t give. Yet it was k i l l i n g her because she loved her mother, but not once did the woman realise how much emotional pain she was bringing to her own daughter. So much so it would influence her...to take the sharp grin of the razor and drag it down her skin, taming yet freeing her inner red. It had suddenly become harder for her eyes to keep focus on the ceiling, and all she could hear was the end of the voice message. A sharp, continuous ring that had given her a rope to hang onto, a line to save her from the mess she was about to fall into.
But she didn’t hold onto it.
The ringing had died after a seconds had passed, and the only thing that was thrown into the air was to save her was silence.
But was use was silence in trying to save you...when that was what you’ve been using to hide your troubles behind all of this time?
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